Amelie gently set the plushie on the couch before rising to her feet.
"Where are you going?" Gabriel asked, catching her hand before she could take a step.
"To bring something for you to eat," she replied softly.
"Later," Gabriel murmured as he guided her back down. She lowered herself onto the couch again, tilting her head as her curious eyes searched his.
"I was going to bring you pudding," Amelie said with a smile. "Mother and I made them together earlier."
Gabriel’s brows drew together. "You’re supposed to be resting, not working in the kitchen."
She chuckled lightly. "It’s easier to give birth if I stay active. And besides... You know how much I love cooking."
His gaze lingered on her before he asked quietly, "You’ve started calling my mother... ’mother.’ Don’t you find that strange?"
Amelie’s smile softened. "She asked me not to be so formal. She wants me to treat her like family. She’s trying, Gabriel, making every effort to win back your heart." Her hand came to rest gently on his chest, the warmth of her touch grounding him. "I hope... one day, you’ll forgive her."
"I hope so," Gabriel whispered, though the words lacked conviction. His lips brushed her cheek before capturing hers, teeth grazing her lower lip in a teasing nip.
A soft sound escaped Amelie. "Mmm..." Her palms pressed lightly against his firm chest as if to steady herself. "Anyone could see us through those windows," she murmured, her eyes flicking toward the tall panes of glass that lined the living room.
Gabriel leaned back against the couch, his head tilting with amusement. "Then I’ll tell them to keep their eyes elsewhere," he said, a playful glint in his gaze.
Amelie gave his shoulder a light smack, her pout quickly melting into a smile as her hand lingered there, resting gently over him.
"Mom wanted to come here, but I told her that yours is here, so she didn’t have to bother herself. Did I do right? I don’t want my mom to feel that I’m harsh on her, but I can’t help it sometimes. I just don’t feel like disturbing her."
"Why did you even forgive her so easily? Remember, she didn’t trust you in the beginning, nor did your father," Gabriel said.
"I think about it a lot of times. That’s why sometimes I just turn cold toward them," Amelie whispered. "Let’s drop this topic. Tell me, where have you gone? Don’t tell me you are looking for Ophelia."
"Yes, I went to find her," Gabriel admitted.
"Why? Don’t look for her," Amelie lifted her head, thus straightening up. "At least, for these two months. Please."
Gabriel studies her eyes, which carry fear.
"As you wish." He felt he should take a break from all of this and focus solely on them. Bringing his hand to the back of her head, his thumb brushed her ear tenderly and touched her forehead with his.
Mabel, who came with a phone in her hand in the living room, ended up watching them. Amelie truly completed him, which she failed to see in the beginning.
’I will protect you both. I will make sure to find Ophelia and end her,’ Mabel thought.
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